i just heard myself talking to Butters and realised something strange: i talk to him like he is food all the time. call him muffin. often pumpkin. sometimes fluff pie . tonight i walking in and he looked liked bread on the bed. you know, when cats sit like a loaf (especially orange cats, but he’s gray) – and i said “hey pumpkin bread” and i started to rustle him around and he rolled over and spread his legs and i was growling, “now you is a stir fry cat.”
weird. do i want to eat him, or means i should go to culinary school?